In Praise of Decay (and Against Plastic)

The picture is powerful at and the same time disturbing.

Malcolm Guite

In pale gold leaf-fall losing shape and edge

I walk each morning in some woodland near my home and especially savour in this late autumn, early winter season, the damp carpet of fallen leaves, now decaying and forming  rich mulch that will feed the soil for future growth. Even in their decay, losing edge and shape, melding and blending together there is in this carpet of leaves, a kind of grace and beauty. The other morning though, these meditations were interrupted by a sudden intrusion. There amongst the gold and mottled leaf mould, like some harsh alien excrescence, was a discarded plastic bag. It was totally out of place and told its own tale of indifference and carelessness; not just the carelessness of the person that dropped it, but the carelessness of the culture that produced it. The trees shed their leaves, and in that fall and letting go  achieve…

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Stuck in an Internet Shop

The Scenario:

Well, there are days when we are caught off guard of the things that we should do. Things that could have been done way before the time frame called “cram time”.Had it been hours earlier, this thing i am now working on could have been a done deal now. I am not the most work-loving person you will ever meet but I get to do my tasks quite decently. Now, with this situation, i am worried of the thing i am working on right now will be heading straight towards the trash bin.

The Place:

So, here i am stuck in a place which people would call as an “internet shop”, i don’t necessarily get the thought of it but nonetheless i am working on one of its computers with a rental of P15 per hour. While I am working on the document i am suppose to submit, around me are college boys playing computer games. They are noisy,quite foul mouthed and rowdy at times. Its quite chaotic here, with my ideas floating away with each ” YEAAAAAAHHHHH P@#$$!” and “OOOOOOOOOHHH ANO KA?!! P@#$!”. I can’t concentrate, with only 2 sentences written in a span of 30 minutes. My problems are compounded with the internet access, which re-channels my concentration to other internet sites. This hampers my goal, submitting the document before due time.

The Question:

So, you may now be asking ” Why did he come up with a post while he is working on something?”. Well, I overcame all those distractions and fought my way to the finish line. The thing is, the success of what we are working on relies on our attitude and outlook towards our tasks. This post may not make sense but i guess, this is decent enough for the first blogpost, which was created while stuck in an internet shop.